Post by Archon Krantz on Aug 17, 2010 16:18:37 GMT -7
† ARCHON - LAZAR - KRANTZ †
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† (ARH-kon LAH-zahr KRAHnts) †
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Krantz, Archon (meaning tyrant)
Nicknames: Archy (or Archie), Khon, Khonnie (call him that and consider your brains eaten)
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf
Age: 20
Age they appear: Twenties
Occupation: Grocery clerk and underground fighter (meaning he fights other werewolves illegally for money)
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: Nothing physical to note, though Archon is severely mentally unstable and has a great deal of trouble when it comes to controlling his anger (really, he’s someone you’d expect to say, “My anger management class PISSES ME OFF.”)
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
There’s no escape from this rage that I feel…
Personality disorder definition: a mental illness in which your ways of thinking, reacting and interacting are dysfunctional.
If I were to describe Archon in one, simple sentence, that would be his personality. Now whether or not he actually has a personality disorder is still up for debate, but it is clear that Archon isn’t exactly right in the head. He may not seem that way at first because, for the most part, he acts relatively normal (keep in mind that I use the term ‘normal’ loosely), but in his mind, he feels that every single person has something against him, that every single person can’t stand him, and that every single person will intentionally seek to harm him. Although this may be the truth in some cases, clearly not everyone is out to get him. Archon is simply overly paranoid—about as paranoid as they come, really. For instance, if someone were to offer him a glass of water or something of the sort, even if he knew said person, he would not drink it unless he was certain it was not poisoned. To Archon, there is no such thing as genuine kindness—that is, not unless there’s something in it for them. See, he expects everyone to be like him, and he certainly wouldn’t go out of his way to help anyone. He believes that whenever a person does so that they’re simply attempting to gain his trust so as to later manipulate him, thus reinstating his paranoia.
Now, not only is he overly suspicious of another person’s motives, but he is also a social retard. When Archon had been a child, he hadn’t been taught much civility, and therefore things that would seem odd or rude to the average person—such as picking your nose in mid-conversation, for example—is a completely normal act in Archon’s mind. I wouldn’t suggest giving him any strange looks, either, because doing so could trigger some sort of annoyance in him, and annoying someone as robust as Archon is not recommended for your health. Despite his obvious social retardation, however, Archon likes to believe that he is a people person. He prefers to think of himself as likable, even if he is far, very far from that, and if you so much as tell him otherwise, you can expect an explosion similar to that of a volcano blowing up in your face. See, Archon is a bit insecure, and somewhere, deep, deep down, he knows he is anything but likable. Therefore, being reminded that his attempts to ‘fit in’ were pretty much a failure is what sends him into a frenzy. See, I wasn’t kidding when I said he had anger management issues. It’s as though the only emotion he ever feels is anger—which, actually, is not far from the truth. His discomfort, sadness, insecurity… they all translate into anger, and well, to be honest, Archon has never experienced true joy or friendship, and I’m fairly certain that could piss anyone off. He is really just angry with the world, and one of his talents is that he can find a reason to despise anything. Really. Even a cute little kitten can be completely loathed by Archon. His constant anger, however, is one of the reasons why he is socially retarded. When interacting with others, he will demand their respect, and if it is not given, he will simply become even angrier, convinced that said person must be conspiring against him if they don’t approve and respect him.
Archon, however, despite his lack of social skills, is not as stupid as you may be led to believe. He is simply ignorant and just… doesn’t know. If given the chance, Archon could actually prove to be quite smart, but for now, he remains a social retard.
As if these flaws weren’t enough, Archon also suffers from frequent flashbacks. Any reminder of his past can trigger one, though it usually tends to be a large body of water, and occasionally rain as well will do it. However, it can only take place when his mind is already exhausted, which has the tendency to be during the night, though it can happen on other occasions as well. If you’re there to witness it, he’ll get a distant look to his eye and will become oddly silent when revisiting his past. After the flashback occurs, however, it’s as though he became a completely different person—shy, soft-spoken, reserved, apologetic… the complete opposite of the Archon we all know and
So yes, with all this considered, it is questionable whether or not Archon does have a personality disorder, and whether or not he is sane, but the main point is that he has many, many insecurities, and he feels that the only way he can deal with these insecurities is to become angry with them and conceal them from others (even though he does a half-assed job of it). Really, when he’s frustrated, it is most times frustration with himself. However, most people are not aware of this, and because of his constant fury, Archon has plenty of trouble when it comes to getting along with others. In fact, the relationships he is most likely to create would not be friendships, like he desperately needs, but simply be enemies.
Likes:
† Being respected
† Prefers his wolf form
† The cold side of the pillow
† Chicken wings
† Being seen as ‘normal’
† Intimidating others
† Everything to be in order—almost OCD-like with the way in which he keeps the space around him tidy and organized
Hates:
Well he has a fair amount of these, but I’ll just outline his… most hated.
† Life in general
† People in general
† Everything in general
† Large bodies of water
† Rain
† Being a disappointment
† Loud noises (specifically thunder)
† Being proved wrong or unworthy
† Being provoked
† Waiting
† Being analyzed
† Meeting new people—or having to socialize at all, really
† Being criticized
† Surprises
† Failure
† Has this ‘thing’ about people seeing him naked—refuses to change from wolf form unless given clothing and privacy
Talents:
† Has a stomach of steel and will consume just about anything edible
† Can blow up like a volcano in no time flat
† Robust and intimidating physical form, as well as a daunting glare
† Tremendously high pain tolerance
† Can dress his own wounds, depending on their location—he obviously couldn’t dress a wound on his back, for example
† Can hate anything (yes, for Archon, this is a talent)
Habits:
† Overly paranoid
† Has hydrophobia—fear of water (or, more specifically, drowning in water)
† Plagued with frequent flashbacks
† Feigns confidence, despite having none
† Socially retarded
† Forgetful when it comes to a person’s name
† Obsessed with proving himself
† Swears constantly (as in, shit, fuck, bitch, etc)
† Has the oddest laugh you will ever hear—I mean, it is literally like ‘heeeheheheheheeeh’ or ‘kehehehekehheehekehe’ Fortunately for your ears, however, Archon hardly laughs, and therefore not many people will know this strange sound
† Extremely self-serving and really takes that ‘every man for himself’ philosophy to heart
† Cannot restore order (I mean, he really cannot do it—if he tries, he only worsens the entire situation)
† Tends to do things that the average person would find socially unacceptable—like scratching his crotch in mid-conversation, for instance
† Sometimes will not understand another person’s sarcasm—you can be insulting him sarcastically, and all of a sudden he’ll say, ‘Thanks,’ like it was an actual compliment
† Tends to have wolf-like behaviours while in his human form
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Caucasian
Hair Color: Darkish brown
Eye Color: Green
Build: Broad-shouldered, muscular, around 6’6”
Piercings/Tattoos: AHAHAH, you must be joking
Scars: An ugly, nasty scar ringing around his neck, and although it is often mistaken for self-mutilation, it is actually the indentation of a collar he was forced to wear while in wolf form—it had been wrapped around his neck so tightly that it actually began to bore into the skin, thus producing the scar.
Choice of Clothing:
Archon is fairly self conscious when it comes to his appearance, and therefore he will dress specifically for every occasion—casual, formal, semi-formal… hell, even what he wears when he sleeps—each outfit takes careful precise, according to Archon. While casual, meaning his ‘everyday’ wear, Archon will actually go out of his way to purchase things that are bigger than needed just to conceal himself that much more. On most occasions, he’ll wear simple, pullover sweaters, or if he were feeling particularly daring that day, a leather jacket. Rarely will you see him in something as simple as a t-shirt—it would have to be a sweltering hot day for Archon to wear something that light, simply because of how insecure he feels while wearing one. His pants, however, take much less thought on his part. All he has, and needs, is jeans, jeans and more jeans. Unless going formal (which to Archon requires wearing his one and only pair of suit pants), jeans are a ‘staple’ to his attire. Speaking of formal wear, Archon’s outfit also requires the classic button-up shirt, a black tie, and a matching suit jacket. It really has a striking resemblance to something you would see in a wedding magazine, and knowing Archon, you shouldn’t be surprised if that’s where he got the idea from.
Wolf Appearance: Link 1 – Link 2 – Link 3
Much like his human form, Archon as a canine is well built. Muscles were never something he’s had to work too hard for, and it shows. Coming in at a startling 4’9”, he is, indeed, a fairly large animal, prepared to take down the largest of prey, whether it is human, vampire or fellow werewolf. His coat is thin for a wolf, yet lengthy, only adding to his bulky appearance. Of course, Archon uses his particularly large size to his full advantage. His ears are always pointed forward as a way to assert his dominance, and his eyes, although a soft green, constantly glare at whatever dares meet them. He hopes that, in this way, others will be too intimidated by his robust form to bother with him. Archon will even go as far as to bristle his fur just to add to his husk, as well as give a twitch of his upper lip when agitated, or even baring his teeth just to get his point across—he is not to be messed with.
In both human and wolf from, Archon carries himself with an odd tension, as though he is always prepared for a fight. He’s also rather jumpy, investigating the smallest of sounds—paranoid even when he really has no reason to be. Only someone with a death wish would single-handedly attack Archon, considering how he isn’t just looks. He can hold his own fairly easily, if need be. He is not all bark, but unfortunately, fighting is the only thing Archon is good at.
Because of the brownish gray of Archon’s fur, however, he seems to have a bit of difficulty when it comes to concealing himself in night settings. This is the only downfall he seems to have, though, and otherwise he seems to manage himself fairly well.
Other:
† History †
History:
Archon actually didn’t acquire his slight insanity and other personality quirks for no reason, as you will discover in this section. To fully understand Archon’s abnormal psyche, however, we must first begin with the history of his mother. She was born into a rather large family, with both her parents being turned vampires. Her seven or so siblings were, naturally, also vampires. However, because of some genetic recessive gene slip-up, Verima and one of her sisters were born human. Despite this, though, Verima had a relatively normal life, though she, as well as her sister, were often overshadowed by their vampiric siblings. She constantly aspired to not dull in comparison to them, but alas, nothing ever changed.
That is, until she became pregnant. This occurred while she was still at a fairly young age—hell, not even her eldest brother had children at the time. However, Verima was completely heartbroken during the pregnancy. Her son was not expected to live, even though he was in perfect health… but to be frank, Archon’s existence was not meant to occur; life was meant to be created in the love of two people, but his life surely was not. You see, Archon was the result of evil, for his mother, Verima, was raped, thus the beginning of Archon’s pitiful life.
Once Verima discovered her pregnancy, every one of her family members expected her to abort the child, though surprisingly, she did not. She couldn’t handle the guilt of knowing she was the killer of her own child, but little did she know, Archon would have been better off dead.
The entire family, excluding the sister, disagreed with Verima’s decision to have Archon, and therefore rejected him immediately. He was always hated, and Verima was once again casted out, and their hate began to transform to her own ill-feelings. She, too, soon began to despise Archon’s presence, though she was much more skilful in hiding it—her hate seemed to represent itself as apathy toward Archon. Never in his life had Verima shown any sign of actually caring for him, though she did not abuse or verbally assault him as the rest of the family would have. She, actually, rarely spoke to him at all. Moreover, Archon’s birth occurred at a fairly inconvenient time—a time in which Verima was already poverty stricken without the extra mouth to feed, but yet she stubbornly refused to give Archon up. She simply held too much pride to go back on her decision, and therefore kept him because of it. Archon continued to be seen as a disgrace and a burden, and of course, being the ignorant child he was, he never understood why he was constantly singled out and looked down upon. Anything and everything he did was never done correctly, even when following precise instructions because in their eyes, Archon was inferior and useless, never capable of amounting to anything and not even worth the pitiful live he’d been given. No matter how Archon tried to please his family, all he seemed to do was disappoint them.
This went on for the majority of Archon’s childhood—at least, until they realized that Archon aged slowly, much like a vampire or werewolf. The family, however, didn’t even consider that he could be werewolf and immediately assumed vampire, despite having no evidence of it. You see, they were a vampire family, and Archon being another addition to that was the only beneficial thing that could possibly result from his birth. In fact, they all had been so sure of it that even Archon himself believed it. From the beginning, he was given only human blood to eat, despite the fact that to him, it was not appealing or nutritious, and he didn’t react to it like your typical vampire would. Moreover, his only blood diet caused him to appear sick and gangly as he grew older, which should have raised alarm for anyone, but not this family. They expected Archon to be different, just because of the way he was produced.
Once Archon began attending a school specialized for vampires, however, he then began to notice just how different he was. While breathing was an unnecessary action for his fellow students, Archon couldn’t hold his breath for more than a few seconds. And while Archon was weakened by malnutrition, the others were at least 10x stronger and faster than he could ever imagine being. And while the others could not venture out into the sunlight without injury, Archon could do so whenever he pleased. But by that time, it had already been ingrained into Archon’s mind that he was weak and inferior—meant to be different from those who were stronger, and therefore he thought nothing of this. Furthermore, he wished to please his mother, and feared that she would only be disappointed if she knew of Archon’s shortcomings.
So he said nothing.
Now both at school and at home, Archon was often made fun of. The vampire students enjoyed picking on him since he could hardly fight back. He was unable to do the things they could, and therefore never did belong. Never once did he even have a real friend, or something relatively close to that. To them, he was just scrawny and ugly—the ideal person to insult and cast aside. Archon’s life clearly did not matter much to anyone—and he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing wrong. Hell, Verima even began to realize her son’s obvious non-vampirism, but yet in a passive-aggressive way, she completely denied it, and thus Archon’s pathetic excuse for a life continued.
At least, that is until he turned fifteen, when he had actually shifted during school hours. Some fellow students had been teasing him, and something inside Archon snapped—he had gotten so angry that he brought on his first shift, leaving two dead and one severely injured. Once the teachers ran out in response to their screams, it had already been too late. They automatically assumed that Archon was a random werewolf trespassing on school grounds—clearly not one of their students—and Archon fled, returning home scared and confused, fur matted with blood and unable to shift back. Verima, however, was well aware of what had taken place, and apparently this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She could hide behind her lies no longer, and she had enough. She didn’t want to see him or hear him or even think about him. She didn’t even want to know his existence, the guilt and regret weighing heavily on her heart. She knew that his pitiful life was of her own fault… which is why she decided to end it, like she should have before he was born.
So she drowned him—or attempted to. Considering how he is still alive today, I don’t believe she did a good job—and she didn’t. She had filled a bathtub of water, then proceeded to dump Archon’s wolf body in and hold his head beneath the water. However, Archon, completely bewildered, began to struggle, but even as a wolf, he was weak from his malnourishment. Verima managed to hold him under for quite awhile, but eventually Archon, in his panic, bit her.
Archon, the werewolf, bit his mother, the human.
Verima seemed to be in shock after that, drawing her hand away and allowing Archon to take a breath of air. Verima, however, left almost immediately after, abandoning both Archon and the home in which they lived. Whether she had been turned and continues to live on as a werewolf is still unknown.
Days later, when the family became suspicious of the lack of phone calls from Verima, they were shocked to arrive at the house to see it empty—well, apart from confused little Archon, but to them, it may as well have been empty. They, thankfully, remained unaware of Archon’s true species, since he had managed to reverse the shift before they had come. Still, they were furious and began to wonder how they should rid of him—with Verima gone, they certainly couldn’t take care of him themselves like the responsible relatives would. Oh, no, that was simply unthinkable. They would have to dispose of him somehow—though fortunately, unlike Verima, they did not consider murder as an option. But some things they were considering were even less desirable—like abandoning him in the middle of nowhere and hoped he survived. For once, however, Archon seemed to have just a sliver of good luck—the family’s housemaid had overheard their conversation and offered to take him in, but for an extensive price. Since the family was desperate, they agreed.
Thus beginning Archon’s life with the Bergerons. He was immediately put to work, helping the family to gain extra money by assisting Mrs. Bergeron with her cleaning. Archon at the time, however, was particularly gawky and awkward, and therefore uncoordinated, often knocking things over accidentally and having to not only clean it all over again, but listen to Mrs. Bergeron’s bitching and complaining afterword. This had occurred on multiple occasions, and eventually one day Archon lost his patience and, once again, began shifting. Now you would think that the Bergerons would be infuriated by this little discovery, but strangely enough, they were not. Mr. Bergeron could actually be described as delighted by the news, simply because he believed that he had gotten his money’s worth with Archon now that he knew he was a werewolf. See, he had this odd obsession with money—he really would do just about anything to obtain it, and since he, too, did not care for Archon, he decided that he may as well give him some worth and use Archon as a tool to acquire what he wanted. Mr. Bergeron did this through what he considered ‘gambling’, but to be frank, it was just plain cruel. What he planned to do was train Archon for something similar to that of your modern day dog fighting, but instead of pit bulls or bull terriers, they used werewolves for their entertainment. They would pit them against each other and bet amongst themselves on which canine would win. Archon, however, in the current state he was in, would hardly stand a chance against his heavily built brethren. He needed to be trained in the art of combat and fed properly, which surprisingly, Mr. Bergeron did without much complaint. But from then on, Archon was specifically requested to remain in his wolf form at all times, and since, at that point he still found it tremendously difficult to shift, Archon did so without much compliant. Plus, he had this ‘thing’ about people seeing him naked—he couldn’t stand it, which is what’s required for him to shift back to his human form. So yes, he was fairly content with the decision, despite the fact that he was treated like a dog from then on. After all, Archon knew no differently.
Months past, and soon, the rigorous training began. Whenever Mr. Bergeron had free time, he would teach Archon the ways of fighting. Well, actually, ‘teach’ is isn’t the correct word. Mr. Bergeron hardly taught anything. Rather, he would find stray animals—mostly dogs, though when desperate enough, he would use the occasional cat as well—and he would then order Archon to kill them. Archon, wishing to please Mr. Bergeron, did as he was told. Archon was also instructed to exercise daily in whatever manner Mr. Bergeron pleased. This ranged from running laps around the yard to jumping over obstacles of varying heights to, even, dodging various objects thrown at him in a test of his dodging skills. This became their routine, and it went on for months—at least, until Mr. Bergeron grew impatient and entered Archon in his first battle. In truth, the stray mutts Archon fought hardly compared to his werewolf brethren. He hardly escaped the battle with his life. Again he had failed, and again he had disappointed. Mr. Bergeron, having lost a fair bit of money with the ordeal, was furious. He had even begun doubting his own decision, as well as Archon’s worth, and considered kicking the pitiful werewolf to the curb.
And that’s what he did. Archon, bloody and wounded, was sent out to live on the streets. He was coincidently eighteen years old at the time, an age where most youth gladly move out. However, in Archon’s case, his mood was far from glad. A proper description would be something like agitated, in pain, and terrified. He wandered the streets for quite some time, people gawking oddly as he passed, some of them drunk and making offensive remarks Archon could not understand. Eventually, however, Archon’s energy ran dry and he could wander no more; he collapsed upon the cold, unforgiving sidewalk as the life drained from him.
But wouldn’t you know it (and yes, I must be unoriginal with the ‘arriving just in time’ act), Archon was lucky enough (or rather, unlucky enough) to have his pathetic life was salvaged once more. He had lost since lost consciousness from his injuries, but once he awoke, he discovered that he was now in a desolate alleyway with skillfully wrapped bandages masking his ravaged wounds, and not only that, but there was even a change of clothes for when he decided to shift from his wolf form. It seems that the person had thought of everything—and I say ‘the person’ because he hadn’t the slightest notion of who had done it. There was no one to be seen; no one except a few scurrying rats and a sad looking dog, and Archon, feeling oddly impulsive after having his life saved, took the dog home.
…Err, wait. He didn’t have a home. At least, not anymore. So he returned to the one place he knew, and that was the fighting arena. He and the dog observed the brawls from the sidelines—studying them, you could say yaddayadda there he met Mr. Bergeron and his new
Oh shit, I lied. One day, Archon was strolling down the street with his dog when WHABAM there were kids with guns. Little did Archon know, these were toy guns that could hardly do anything against his actual gun, which, yes, he was stupid enough to bring with him and take out, truly believing that the kids were moments away from shooting him. As you could imagine, this was quite an uproar with the nearby parents and Archon was arrested. Basically, he now has a court order to see a psychiatrist (about time somebody realized).
NOW THE END, FOR REALZ YEAAAAH FINAAAALLY WHOOOOOO.
Mother/Father: Verima Krantz (current condition unknown) and father unknown
Siblings: None
Offspring: AHAHAHAHAHA *wipes tear* oh, good one
Other: The Bergerons became his later ‘parental’ figures
† RP Example †
See Vincent Fromm.
† Let's Talk About You †
Name: Dodi
Other Characters: Vincent Fromm, Luther Auttenburg, Ryan ‘Zodiac’ Soto
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